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Ten Reasons To Put Your Hands Up (because you, like me, love JLS)
April 25th, 2011I thought long and hard about how best to return to the blogging scene. Only this morning, I walked past Rachel Stevens (or was she sitting there, waiting for me to come by? It’s possible) and thought to myself, ‘Yes. I’m totally ready to start almost-but-not-quite liveblogging Strictly Come Dancing.’ Alas for me but even more so for you, SCD is still some way off (though not as way off as Series 3 of Miranda: I occasionally wake up in a cold sweat convinced that it won’t return at all. 2012? TWO THOUSAND AND WHAT I CALL TWELVE?!). And so I turn to a subject just as close to my heart: the musical magnificence and boyish brilliance of JLS. By the end of this post, my one hope is that you too will put your hands up (and then down again, because you need to comment on the post pronto. Blog comments are like happy-birthday messages on Facebook: the only true measures of happiness). Read the rest of this entry “
The Apprentice: Week Four? Five?
November 10th, 2010Oh, it’s Week Six. I was wrong. Time flies.
21.04: these early-morning, oh-I-just-happen-to-be-waking-as-a-BBC-camera-crew-drifts-past-my-face shots never cease to amaze me. How? Why? When? Read the rest of this entry “
The Apprentice 2010: Week Four
October 27th, 2010After last week’s storming success (no comments; not many hits; Ginger-Ex-Flatmate still thinks it was written by someone else entirely), we’re back with another super-awesome installment of ABNQ-Liveblogging. Would-be entrepreneurs of Britain, give it your best 120%.
X Factor 2010: Week One (Part Three). Number Ones.
October 10th, 2010Before Mark left to save the world, I said to him, ‘Please…you just have to give me this one chance. This is what I’ve dreamed of all my life. This is what it’s all been about. You won’t regret it. I HAVE ANCESTORS WHO DIED!’ And he said, ‘Literary Agent Flatmate, despite the fact that you’ve not once dangled so much as the signature advance of a book deal in my face, I will let you blog in my absence. But because you’ve not once dangled so much as the signature advance of a book deal in my face, you will blog the rubbish results show on Sunday night. The Boyfriend will blog the proper show.’ Read the rest of this entry “






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